I’ve learned that you can
tell a lot about a person
by the way he or she handles
these three things:
a rainy day, lost luggage,
and tangled Christmas lights.
~ Maya Angelou
A Good Woman Feeling Bad
The blues may be the life you’ve led
Or midnight hours in
An empty bed. But persecuting
Blues I’ve known
Like tigers, break like bone,
Pend like rope in
A gallows tree,
Make me curse
Bitterness thick on
A rankling tongue,
A psalm to love that’s
Rivers heading north
But ending South,
In a going-home mouth.
All riddles are blues,
And all blues are sad,
And I’m only mentioning
Some blues I’ve had. ~ Maya Angelou
For most, the end of the week is here and you are counting the hours until the end of the day. There is no doubt that it’s time for fun, relaxation or both, but I wanted to leave you with this quote. Although there are two versions of the quote, both make the same point. As you go about your weekend, remember this:
“Be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud.” ~ Maya Angelou
“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” ~ Maya Angelou
Both of you will feel better.
Although there are many of her poems that I love, this is my favorite poem written by award-winning United States poet Maya Angelou. She died today at the age of 86. Her work has influenced the work of many poets. May she rest in peace.
STILL I RISE
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise. ~ Maya Angelou